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... The young girl subconsciously shrunk her neck.

The little beast in her arms let out a weak cry and pushed the girl with its little paws.

After being reminded by Liao Zixuan, the little girl realized that she had hugged Black very tightly because she was too nervous. She didn't have much meat on her bones, especially on her chest, which was basically straight up and down…

"Oh… hug. Sorry, Black…" Vivian hurriedly apologized. Her tender face instantly flushed, not because ...

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